3 Sing Oye heav'ns ! burst into praise : Thou earth and let the anthem roll, 'Till rocks and tombs fhall hear the lays, And light, and life, embrace the whole. HYMN XL. 1. M. Friend. [NEWTON.] POOR, weak, and worthlefs tho' I am, ? He ranfom'd me from hell with blood i 3 He cheers my heart, my warts fupplies, And fays that I fhall fhortly be Enthron'd, with him above the skies, HYMN XLI. c. M. [COWPER.] And finners plung'd beneath that flood, Lofe all their guilty ftains. ? The dying thief rejoic'd to fee O may I there, tho' vile as he, 3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood Till all the ranfóm'd church of God 4 E'er fince, by faith, I faw the ftream, Redeeming love has been my theme, 5 But when this lifping, ftamm'ring tongue, I'll fing thy power to fave. HYMN XLII. L. M. [BEDDOME.] I SHOUT for the bleffed Jefus reigns, 2 His fons and daughters from afar, w Those who were dead in fin before, 5 O may his conquefts ftill increase, While angels celebrate his praise, HYMN XLIII. L. M. [WATTS' PSALM 72.Ţ King of nations. JESUS ESUS fhall reign where'er the fun His kingdom ftretch from shore to fhore, 'Till moons fhall wax and wane no more, 2 For him fhall endless pray'r be made, And praises throng to crown his head; His name like fweet perfume fhall rife, With ev'ry morning facrifice. 3 People and realms of ev'ry tongue, And all the fons of want are bleft. 5 Where he displays his healing pow'r, 6 Let ev'ry creature rife and bring, Angels defcend with fongs again, HYMN XLIV. P. M. [WESLEY'S COLL.] Kingdom of Christ. LL hail, incarnate God! The wondrous things foretold Of thee, in facred writ, With joy our eyes behold: Still does thine arm new trophies wear, And monuments of glory rear. 2 To thee the hoary head, Its filver honors pays : To thee the blooming youth Devotes his brightest days: 3 O haße, victorious Prince, 4 That happy glorious day, When fouls like drops of dew, Shall own thy gentle fway: O may it bless our longing eyes, And bear our fhouts beyond the fkies. All hail, triumphant Lord! Eternal be thy reign; Behold the nations fue To wear thy gentle chain: When earth and time are known no more, Thy throne shall stand forever fure. HYMN XLV. C. M. [7. STENNETT.] Mercy and Truth. WHEN firft the God of boundless grace WHEN To refcue our apoftate race Quick through the realms of light and blifs, Each heart exulted at the news, That God would dwell with man. 3 Yet 'midft their joys they paus'd awhile, 4 The fon of God attentive heard, 5 Behold my vital blood I pour, Juftice divine will now no more Demand, the finner's blood." 6 He fpake, and heav'n's high arches rung; Praife, ev'ry tongue employs, "He dy'd," the friendly angels fung, Nor cease their rapt'rous joys: HYMN XLVI. C. M. RIPPON'S COLL.] Meffenger of the Covenant. [ESUS, commission'd from above, |